Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Rosacea is a little rose
that lives, in people, on their nose.
It's never welcome like a flower
and flares right up after a shower
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Considered a delicious catch
the girl went to the football match.
She dreamed of having ten big babies
she itched, it was a case of scabies.
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I am a private person
when it comes to cars.
I pick her up through liberation
from the merchant crook
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It is his mother,
holding a sweaty hand,
and trying to, again
look into his blue eyes,
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The planes had hit.
And, half asleep
I waited for King Kong
to manifest himself
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It was so fulminating.
A fire burned within
from spindly kindling
and a breath of air
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Frank was the one who always would
be first and do wild things
and when you asked him if he could
fly with the bird that sings
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' I am', said Fyodor Zotkomsmolskyin,
exactly what you see.
Wheras you understand
that not all traits are lit,
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And as she touched the envelope
her facial features quickly froze.
At last she uttered 'No. No hope',
it was a contact that arose
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I'm here to make confession
at your imposing grave.
You taught me that discretion
was never for the brave.
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